Penelope Bletchley Whore ❤️

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Lemme tell ya, I seen whores workin’ corners—tough as nails, man. One time, busted this gal, “Diamond,” swear she had a gold tooth that winked at me. She laughed, said, “Detective, I’m my own boss!” Had to chuckle—sass like that? Respect. But it ain’t all giggles—pisses me off when pimps roll in, actin’ like kings. Scum, man, pure scum. Wanna smash their faces, but Mr. T keeps cool—gotta play smart.

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The World War II codebreaking station at Bletchley is well known and its activities documented in detail.

First stop, the surgery on Watling Street. It’s a small place, but it’s got character, ya know? Old brick buildings, a bit of charm, but also a lotta traffic. I’m dodgin’ cars like I’m in some kinda video game. I get to the clinic, and boom! The receptionist, bless her, is havin’ a meltdown. Turns out, the coffee machine’s broken. I mean, c’mon! No coffee? That’s a crime in my book.

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